Pand. What, blushing still! have you not done talking yet?
Cres. Well, uncle, what folly I commit, I dedicate to you.
Pand. I thank you for that; if my lord get a boy of you, you'll give him me. Be true to my lord; if he flinch, I'll be hanged for him.—Now am I in my kingdom!
[Aside.
Troil. You know your pledges now; your uncle's word, and my firm faith.
Pand. Nay, I'll give my word for her too: Our kindred are constant; they are burs, I can assure you; they'll stick where they are thrown.
Cres. Boldness comes to me now, and I can speak:
Prince Troilus, I have loved you long.
Troil. Why was my Cressida then so hard to win?
Cres. Hard to seem won; but I was won, my lord—
What have I blabbed? who will be true to us,
309 When we are so unfaithful to ourselves!
O bid me hold my tongue; for, in this rapture,
Sure I shall speak what I should soon repent.
But stop my mouth.
Troil. A sweet command, and willingly obeyed.[Kisses.
Pand. Pretty, i'faith!